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[grif11]

ok, Im no writer, but heres a little prologue that should introduce the story and let non-vegas players get an idea for the setting.

Prologue

The Mojave Wasteland. Most folks think of it as a barren desert, filled with nothing but gangs of chem-crazed convicts and mutant bugs. Not a bad description, but us wastelanders see a lot more than the puddles of irradiated ooze. We made homes in the crumbling ruins of the cities, We tamed the more useful mutated animals and hell, we even made our own card game.

I'm a peace-keeper by trade. I travel from town to town, helping people with problems and putting bullets in legion skulls. Sometimes though, I'll see a pretty little nik-nak that the owner doesn't seem to be watching, and it might "go missing". I like to think of it as a bonus that they forgot to mention. Still, people love me.

While I'm sitting at a campfire, cooking up a pot of squirrel stew, Travellers sometimes spot me and have a seat next to me and my posse. They always ask me the same thing: "Go on! tell us how you got so damn famous!"
I always tell them the same thing, that I Retired from NCR and put my skills to better use. Its not a lie, but its not the whole story. I'm getting on now, and it's about time I let the world know the REAL story of Raymond Will.

Mojave wasteland:



CONSTRUCTIVE criticism welcome!

This post has been edited by grif11: Jun 4 2011, 09:36 PM

[grif11]

Here it is, AT LAST!

Chapter 3:Taking Flight

The promised funeral was short, but that was usual in the wasteland. All the townspeople attended to pay there respects to the man who guarded them. Afterwards he was buried behind his house, now mine as stated in his will. Its never felt right when I've been in there. It's probably because my first time in it was also the worst.

After the Funeral I was presented with the old key by Dan, who gave me a handful of caps "So I could take care of myself". Back in the old bungalow, I went back to the open box Eagle had me open. First was the note. At least I thought it was a note, but after unfolding it I was greeted by the two headed bear of the NCR. Eagle had served with them for ten years, and one of my favorite things he would do is share his stories of fights against the legion and his other wars. It was a recommendation form, signed by Ranger Eagle. I couldn't believe it, Eagle had been an NCR ranger, and had recommended me for recruitment!

Second was the satchel. Inside was Eagles old binoculars, a combat knife, and a beret with a familiar insignia on it: A bears skull with two crossed rifles behind it. The sign of 1st Recon battalion. So, a ranger AND part of an elite sniper team. Why did he never tell me this? I thought.
Finally, the little PDA. Flicking the switch, the word "Audi0" appeared on the screen, and an audio-log began to play:

Raymond I hope this this is working, I paid that merchant half my caps for this piece of scrap! Anyway, You've probably found that recommendation I've given you. God this sounds weird to me, speaking for a future you! In short, You need to make a living, and I couldn't bear to think of you a a scavenger, so you need to make your way to Camp McCarran and seek colonel Hsu. He can help you. Theres a map stored on this piece of junk that should show you any and all points of interest an explorer has noted down. It should come in handy to you. And son, don't forget. You're the Eagle.

Obviously, a child isn't going to be allowed to simply walk out of a civilized place to go trekking across the Mojave. And I wasn't stupid enough to try. Fortunately, a trader had stopped in town."Um, excuse me," I asked the trader who was sitting in the makeshift cafe in the outskirts of town."Where are you going when you leave Novac?"
"Well, I'm hoping to head up to new Vegas. the omertas paid me to- wait, why're you asking?"
"Well, um, I need to go to camp Make a ran," I said sheepishly.
"Where!?" The trader was staring as me in disbelief, as if i'd just clambered out of a vault.
"Erm, where colonel Shoe is,"Now I felt like Eagle was just playing a game with me.
"Son, are you alright in the head?" Then I had an idea. I took the recommendation and showed it to him.
"Who did yo steal this from, you numpty?"
"Sir, I was given this! Ea-Ranger Eagle just, past. This is what he gave me. please, just read this!"

As the trader skimmed over the form occasionaly nodding his head, I grew more and more hopeful. Sure enough, he looked up and said to me "That's camp McCarran, and Colonel HSU, kid. OK, that's not too far from Vegas, i'll take you there. On one condition, you gotta help pack and unpack the Brahmin."

"Deal!"

The NCR logo:





The 1st Recon Logo:



This post has been edited by grif11: Jul 11 2011, 08:56 PM